I have not
seen many forests in my life, but I was wonderstruck by The Black Forest in
Germany...
This unruly wood, where Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother lived and
where the witch lured Hansel and Gretel to their gruesome end, left me with a
trance-like look in my eyes. Allured to its green chaos of love.
Sometimes, all we need is a little raw beauty to remind our hearts;
we
are creatures of the earth and the forest.
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| Photography by Jonna Jinton |
Green Leaves in my Veins
My visit to The Black
Forest
by Marulé MacKay
So come and share this waking dream with me
Skip with me into a mysterious labyrinthine
Feel with me
Explore…
Enkindle your slumbering fires
***
I need to go wild
I want to let go
Let go of everything
Rip off my clothes like a savage animal
Reconnect with my primal instincts and feel new life
erupting in my blood
Into the depths of The Black Forest, I fall
Screaming for the first time in years
Dancing, playing in the pine tree needles
Laughing as they prickle my tummy, my breasts
I become one with the dirt under my fingernails
Drunk on the scent
The neon green imprisons me and my eyes explode into orgasms
I want to run ‘til I feel nothing but void
Emptiness
Nothingness
‘Til I can look at myself anew with eyes of completeness,
vibrancy, clarity, strength
Paradoxically beautiful
And find the lush stillness in this primeval place
Where the trees meet the rocks
And the rocks meet the streams
And the streams meet the river
And the river flows through me
And I rush away
Away
Away
To where my tangled heart can rest
I bring my strangled pressure to you
Breathe your untainted air into my lungs
Animate me
I listen to the songs in your treetops
And I give myself to you
You are the solid ground
The clay that birthed me
No more suppression
The child must come out to play
The bloody rose must bloom into a bouquet of luscious white
With arms wide open
I stand before you
Bare
The beauty
The beast
Me
I cry out to you like a craving creature with a ravenous
curiosity
I need your poised energy and your tender fierceness to
remind me
I am wild at heart
When the concrete jungle suffocates me, blinds me, robs me
of your smell, your vibrancy, your vitality
I want to feel your green leaves pump through my veins on
those days when life has drained me of all colour
In sleepy fields of swaying wild lavender under the bluest
skies, I sing:
“Open my heart to more!”
We need you, Black Forest
To take us to the wild
* * *
“I am a
white butterfly with black-dotted wings emerging in spring, exploring towns,
valleys and green pastures. Until the time comes to rest when fall descends on
the forest.
Life gives
and life takes, only to be reborn again.
I am a
white eagle with pitch-black eyes. I fly beyond the stars into the darkest
corners of the universe. I will not rush away any longer, and if I fall in
flight, losing all control, let me fall; let me taste the poignancy of it all. I
will not dissipate into the clouds through which I soar. I will emerge and fly
through rainbows.
I am a new
warrior standing at the centre of my life, fighting for a union of solidity
between my light and my dark. I will float like a butterfly and an eagle to
places where my soul is welcomed by wholehearted creatures in enchanting
forests. Places where there is love to be found for all of me—the butterfly and
eagle that breathes inside.”
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| Artwork by the author |
Marulé MacKay (Pronounced
ma-ROO-lay) is a baby from the dark side of the moon, who is in love with
beauty. Everywhere. In music, lyrics, art. All around. She has a poignant
romance with words and ideas and uses these as the bricks and mortar of her dream
world. She loves cream-dreamy chocolate. The smell of pine trees. The smell of
the night. Leaves rustling in the wind. The wind, where voices become reality.
She loves playing in the waves of the ocean. She thinks she may perhaps be a
mermaid, craving subsurface silence. She is a traveller, foodie, explorer of
emotions and mania, a sensualist by heart, and a friend of unicorns and
rainbows. She has heart and love for all things. She is vulnerable yet with
titan-strength, this allows her to live. Her desire is to share and connect
with the restless and wild and sensitive bruised hearts of the lost souls. Make
beauty. Not war.
You can reach her
at marule.m@gmail.com
or on Facebook
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